Of Gods and Monsters
written by [offline]Rowan Blackthorn
Evie has always been... different. She's seen weird things, and doesn't know what to make of them; but it all changes when she gets attacked and is helped out of danger by an unlikely savior. (Percy Jackson fan fic)
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
46
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498
Someone that doesn’t want to kill us, for once
Chapter 30
I pushed the gates open, and the three of us stepped out into another corridor. This one looked reminiscent of either a clean sewer, or a subway train tunnel.
“This looks like a normal subway tunnel,” said Cress, amused. “I thought the Labyrinth was all old England cobblestone-y and stuff.”
Jake looked at her. “Didn’t I explain that earlier?” he asked, looking slightly annoyed. “The Labyrinth has a lot of different sections. Were you seriously not paying attention?”
As it had been Cress that had started our pineapple on pizza debate, I decided to add to this conversation. “She was probably thinking about how pineapple should be on pizza,” I said, grinning. “And it most definitely needs to be.”
“It should not!” said Jake, and opened his mouth to continue. But we never heard what he was going to say after that, because what sounded like a fog horn interrupted him. I looked to our right, where the sound had come from, and saw two lights approaching us at a scary speed.
“Get to the side!” I yelled, and dragged my friends back into the direction of the Ancient Greek room; but the doors were, again, no longer there. We pressed ourselves against the wall, hoping we wouldn’t get smushed as the sound of the train got louder and louder until it was deafening. And just as suddenly as it appeared, it stopped.
I opened my eyes to see the train stopped 6 feet away from me. And, oddly enough, the doors opened. A middle aged man with salt and pepper colored hair and stubble on his face looked out.
“Welcome aboard the Labyrinth Express!” he said, with a cheery smile that honestly looked all too fake. “Free and easy transportation across the Labyrinth, at your service!”
“This looks like a normal subway tunnel,” said Cress, amused. “I thought the Labyrinth was all old England cobblestone-y and stuff.”
Jake looked at her. “Didn’t I explain that earlier?” he asked, looking slightly annoyed. “The Labyrinth has a lot of different sections. Were you seriously not paying attention?”
As it had been Cress that had started our pineapple on pizza debate, I decided to add to this conversation. “She was probably thinking about how pineapple should be on pizza,” I said, grinning. “And it most definitely needs to be.”
“It should not!” said Jake, and opened his mouth to continue. But we never heard what he was going to say after that, because what sounded like a fog horn interrupted him. I looked to our right, where the sound had come from, and saw two lights approaching us at a scary speed.
“Get to the side!” I yelled, and dragged my friends back into the direction of the Ancient Greek room; but the doors were, again, no longer there. We pressed ourselves against the wall, hoping we wouldn’t get smushed as the sound of the train got louder and louder until it was deafening. And just as suddenly as it appeared, it stopped.
I opened my eyes to see the train stopped 6 feet away from me. And, oddly enough, the doors opened. A middle aged man with salt and pepper colored hair and stubble on his face looked out.
“Welcome aboard the Labyrinth Express!” he said, with a cheery smile that honestly looked all too fake. “Free and easy transportation across the Labyrinth, at your service!”
